Chapter 80

• Pov Samantha.
• After a week, where sex was more plentiful than enjoying the scenery of Australia, we decided to take the last walk; Fernando holds my hand as we board one of the boats that will show us all of Sydney. I sit on the small wooden seat, followed by Fernando, who is dressed in shorts that make his pale white legs visible; a black cotton flannel and a thick black cotton sweater on top of it; I look at the gold ring on her hand and smile like a complete idiot still not believing that we are husband and wife. I squirm in my seat and hug my arms because unfortunately our honeymoon was in winter, and although at noon the time the cold is not so unbearable, I do feel the grinding of my teeth.
• "I think we should do something else instead, I can tell you're pale, what if you vomit?" He asks me for the third time since we left the hotel.